The old owner whispered.

They took the initiative to sweep forward, climbed over two hills in succession, and in front of them, a huge cave entrance appeared, deep, dark and mysterious.

It seems that just a glance can bring the human soul into it.

All the bodies of the few people flashed into the hole. As soon as they entered, they felt a rich darkness rushing towards their faces, exactly like the dark world they were in before.

Straws of dark mist rose from all directions, making it strange and mysterious.

"Is this what you call the underground palace?"

The strange bird said in surprise.

"This is just the entrance to the underground palace, and it is still in front."

The old abbot sent a message.

Not far away, a strange staircase appeared in front of them, spreading downwards.

Several people walked down the stairs and towards the bottom.

This ladder is boundless, as if it will never end.

The further you go, the more you can feel the gloomy and darkness below.

It was as if walking towards the underworld.

I don't know how long it has passed.

Finally, the stairs under your feet came to an end.

The darkness in front of you is unpredictable, ethereal and weird.

A bunch of burly corpses fell to their knees, densely packed, motionless.

Some corpses have long been dried up and turned into corpses.

But even so, I still kneel firmly there.

The scene in front of me is really surprising.

Because all the people kneeling here are the mysterious missing martial arts pioneers!

Some of them have been missing for more than two hundred years, while others have only disappeared in recent decades.

All are amazing geniuses!

Ning Chuan's pupils quickly shrank and found that in the last row of these corpses, there were two familiar figures.

Jin Lingxiao, leader of the Wu League!

Tiangang Temple Master Yi Tianqiong!

He was about to rush over, but suddenly he frowned.

There was another person on one side of these two figures.

Judging from his bright clothes, he probably just came in not long ago.

He was confused, as if he had not yet been completely lost. He knelt here, his body shaking, and kept muttering to himself.

"Knife, knife, my knife, my knife..."

"Tian Dao Wang Yi!"

The old abbot's eyes instantly shot out divine light and whispered.

"What?"

Ning Chuan was secretly surprised.
Chapter completed!